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Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

Summary: Pussy : a face sitting in a Swedish girl’s bedroom.

Chapter 5, pussy , sex in a public place… a yoga establishment.

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Sometimes I forget how lucky I am that you love me back. Do you know how long I wanted you before I got to have you?

I was nineteen. There was a night we went bowling. You were wearing black dickies and a gray top that was cut in a deep V. And you were just so beautiful. I remember thinking that you had just the most perfect proportions. I wanted to touch you where your waist flared out just barely to your hips. And I wanted to watch you move all night.

And then I think I fell in love with the way you smelled. I remember one day when we were living at Courtney’s, but before we started dating. You were sitting in my room for a while. When you left, the side of my bed where you had been smelled like you. You got up and left to go watch TV or take a shower or something. I masturbated, burying my face in the pillow that smelled like you. And I left the door open, half hoping you would come back in and join me, but too scared to ask because it wasn’t allowed yet. So sometimes, even now, I forget that you’re mine and that it’s ok to do those things.

My favorite part of having sex with you are the moaning sounds you make right before you come. You never make them any other time, so konya bosna escort it’s how I know you’re about to lose control. I love watching you just come undone for me.

I also like when I’m not licking fast enough for you, and you move your hips against my face. You have the most perfect hips. They’re narrow and kind of boyish, but at the same time your hipbones stick out in the most feminine way. It’s that kind of really sexy androgyny that just does it for me. It makes me want to tease you until you run your fingers through my hair and push on the back of my head until I can’t breathe in anything but the scent of your pussy.

hmmmm, are you masturbating yet?

I’ll lick up the side of your neck. Run my tongue around the shell of your ear and suck your earlobe into my mouth. Then I’ll sink my teeth into the back of your neck, right over the nerves at your hairline. You’ll scream a little, not a lot, and your whole body will go tense, vibrating under my weight until I release the pressure. I’ll lick over the spot, feel the marks my teeth made and how the flesh under the marks is swelling to bruise. I’ll feel you shiver a little, and I’ll run konya esc my hands over your waist, below your breasts, down to your hips.

I’ll close my palm over your pussy, pushing down on your clit, then letting go. Not enough to make you come, but enough to let you know I’m thinking about it. You’ll moan and move closer to me, turning over on your back to give me better access. But your clothes are still in the way. I pull off your pants but leave your underwear on. They’re red cotton, and they cover everything, but your ass looks so amazing in them.

I kiss down your abdomen. Wet, open-mouthed kisses. Then I lick a stripe just above the top of your panties, below your navel, between your hipbones. And I lick over your clit, through the cotton. I press my mouth to your pussy and breath hot, wet air onto your clit. You moan and shiver. And I bite down, just a little. I soak your panties with my tongue, then I take them off.

Then I lick over your lips, warm and wet and gentle. I suck them into my mouth, moving your clit around with my teeth. Finally, I lick between your lips and push back on your clit hood. I hear–and kind of feel–you sigh as I konya escort establish a rhythm directly on the head of your clit.

I played too long. You’re already close. I slow down a little, but you whine and buck your hips against me. Your eyes are dark and shining. You bite your lip and close your lids, squirming underneath me.

I push my fingers inside you, feel your g spot at the back. It’s wet, I can feel your heartbeat in it, a counterpoint to the rhythmic squeezing of your muscles around the base of my fingers. Come is dripping down my hand, over my wrist. I pull out and drip your juices over your clit, lick them off my fingers. You taste so good, and I can tell from your face that you’re desperate to come.

I squeeze my legs together. Watching you like this turns me on so much. You’re prone, on your back, so vulnerable and so wanton. But I don’t want to lose focus on you. I push in deeper, bury my nose in the hair above your slit, lick quickly across your clit, and breathe your scent in. God, you smell so good. I take my fingers out, lick from your asshole to your clit, over and over. I don’t want to stop.

But your clit is just begging for attention. And you start to make those moaning sounds when I go back to it. Those sounds that tell me you’re about to lose control. I feel it swell up in my mouth, the head becomes easy to move and swollen with blood. Your muscles clamp down on my fingers and your thighs hold my head in place as you shake with release.

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Chapter 8

As they awoke, Emma snapped to attention, breaking from Danny’s embrace and standing awkwardly across the cabin. “Oh god. What a mess. I’m, oh god.” she was blushing intensely as she spoke, clearly having lost control. “Here, let me.” she said, and with a wave of her hands, Danny felt an odd feeling pass over him, after which he found himself completely clean and dry.

He turned around, confused as to the sudden change, then back to Emma. “How did you do that?”

“Oh, just a bit of magic. It’s what we’re here for after all.” she said, smiling slightly. With the same wave of her hands, Danny watched as the filth seemed to simply vanish off of her, leaving her naked body as clean and perfect as it had ever been. “We should get going. We’re probably running behind.” she said, throwing on her sweater. Danny could feel himself hardening again as she bent over to pull up her jeans, but he stopped himself, instead choosing to get his own pants on.

When they were dressed, Emma stood across from him in the tiny cabin and smiled, giving him a small peck on the cheek. “You might be busy from now on, what with being famous and all, but make some time for me, huh? This was a lot of fun.”

Danny wanted to say that he couldn’t really picture himself not fucking her again, but instead he simply said, “Tons.”

“Come on, we don’t want to be late!” Emma said after a moment, rushing out of the cabin and into the hall.

As Danny might have expected, the others were slowly emerging from their cabins, some dressed and clean like them, but the majority were either disheveled, covered in cum, or naked. It seemed that despite everyone having spent their time on the train doing the same thing, only a handful knew how simple it was to clean up after themselves.

As they walked to the exit, they both found Grint. It was the first time either had seen him with clothes. He was wearing a green sweater and jeans. He came up behind the both of them and threw an arm around each. “You missed one hell of a show.” he said, looking up in thanks to the heavens. “You might not expect it but that midget can really fuck.” he said, regaling them with his tale of voyeurism.

When they emerged, Danny could hardly believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t a college campus like he had seen in the pictures online. Rather, it was a massive castle, like the kind you would see in an old adventure book, surrounded by mountains, the only path to it a long winding road that lay before them. There was a man, a giant, standing 10 feet high, holding a lantern and standing near a dozen carriages, with a great big red beard and a funny expression. “Oy, you lot o’ newcomers, this way!” he shouted, directing students, most of which were half-dressed, towards the vehicles. “Don’ forget yer uniforms! Best change now and avoid punishment!” he added, noticing the state of the students.

Danny remained frozen where he stood. He knew that he shouldn’t be shocked, Professor Merlin had explained that this was magic, but the sudden sight of something so blatantly fantastic confused him. Until a few weeks ago his life had been more normal than anyone else’s, and now here he was, looking at a giant and a castle, and being told to change into a uniform.

“Come on!” Grint said, taking each of the two in hand and pulling them towards a carriage. It took Danny a moment to notice that Emma was just as stunned. It took Grint pushing her onto the carriage for her to realize that she was supposed to be moving.

Inside of the carriage they were joined by a fourth newcomer, a young man, a bit chubby, though with a handsome enough face, and short-cropped brown hair that made him look older than he was. He was already in his uniform, a small cravat, a blazer, and slacks. As the three entered, he made no sound, instead looking elsewhere with an intensity that made it obvious he was avoiding eye-contact.

“Wes Ruby, but everyone calls me Grint.” Grint said, taking the initiative as the other newcomers got into their own carriages, and extending his hand to the stranger.

“Newt. Newt Balzack.” the young man murmured, keeping his attention elsewhere.

“Balzack?” Grint repeated.

“Yes.” Newt said quietly, melting into himself.

“That’s hilarious! Your name is ball sack!” Grint laughed, prompting an elbow from Emma.

“I’m Emma Gibson and this is Daniel Cliffe.” she said, trying to repair the awkwardness.

Newt’s eyes lit up. “You’re Danny Cliffe? I’d heard rumors, but-” he was standing in an instant, looking around. “-What do I have for you to sign?”

“I’m not signing anything.” Danny said obstinately, prompting a pleading look from Emma. batman escort “What? I’m not. I still don’t know what I’m famous for.”

“You avenged my parents.” said Newt solemnly.

“What?” said Emma and Grint at once.

“Both of them were trying to take down Rasputin. They were,” he stopped, sniffling. “Anyways, it was you who killed him.”

“What?” it was Danny’s turn to be shocked. “Wait wait, slow down. Rasputin? Like the Russian guy?”

“His son actually.” Emma corrected. “The greatest evil wizard of our time.”

Grint put his arm around Danny, “You see Danny, us wizards could have our run at the world if we like. All it would take was us deciding to whip it out and use our powers to make, well, everyone else, our willing slaves. Now why don’t we do that? Because it’s wrong.” he answered, not leaving room for another response. “Using it every now and then to have a bit of fun, that’s just human nature, but using that power to rule the world? That’s too far.”

Danny was silent, though he was not sure he agreed. If wizards could improve the life of everyday humans, maybe it was their moral responsibility to do so. So what if that meant losing your sexual autonomy? If Danny was getting laid by the quality of ass he was seeing here at Eritaft, he would have no complaints. And given his experience with his aunt and cousin, he doubted the fairer sex would argue either. Still, he kept it to himself. After all, he was new to this wizard stuff and did not want to offend.

“To be fair, his father was essentially killed for being too horny, and he rejected the puritanical human society that continued to punish people just for experiencing one aspect of humanity.” Emma added.

Grint opened his mouth to reply, but instead shrugged. “I’d never heard all that.”

“Well, he did evil things either way.” Newt butted in. “Bad things.” Danny wanted an explanation of just what he had done that was so bad, but Newt was already moving on. “But you Danny, your latent power was so great that when he came that night and killed your parents, you avenged them there and then, still only a baby.”

“What?” Danny’s head hurt. This was too much too fast. “I what?”

“You killed Rasputin.” Newt said plainly. Danny looked to Grint and Emma, who both nodded.

“I can show you.” Emma said, again unearthing a massive tome, this one “Modern History of the Wizarding People”. “See here.” she said, opening to a section near the end, “The Death of Rasputin 2”.

Danny took the book from her hands, hungry for the knowledge. “It was a well-known fact that prior to the age of 18, wizards and even emergent wizards lack the ability to perform spells on their own. It is therefore an episode of some note, the death of Rasputin 2, in not only ending the third great wizard war, but in the matter of its resolution. Rasputin is said to have targeted the Cliffe family for their immense fame and power. He believed that if he could bring the two most popular pornographers in the world onto his side, then the rest of the wizards would soon follow suit, if only to continue to enjoy their excellent pornographic content. It was likely a surprise to Rasputin 2 that they refused him, beginning a struggle that ended in the loss of life for poor Rose and John. Content to finish the job, he turned on the baby, Daniel Cliffe, but something odd happened. It seems, according to the obvious evidence that Daniel was able to channel some kind of shield spell, perhaps even a reflecting spell, and to redirect Rasputin’s magic back unto him, killing him instantly. Thus ended the war. Yet, the question remains, just how did young Daniel find this magic inside of him? Was it a mere fluke? Or perhaps was Rasputin’s magic weakened so severely by his fight with John and Rose that even a tiny spell could finish him? The world may never know, but it can wait expectantly for young Daniel to come of age, and demonstrate just what it is that made him so special.”

Danny felt like he could throw up. Not only were his parents famous, so was he, and not just for being their son. He had killed Rasputin 2. He had killed someone. What the hell was all this about? Was it some prank? Was he dying in a coma somewhere having an insane dream? He was so in his head after reading that paragraph that it took him a moment to realize what was going on in the carriage as they bumped along towards the castle.

Grint and Emma had already changed apparently, Emma in the tight plaid skirt and vest of the uniform, while Grint made himself look elegant in the slacks and blazer (though his cravat was crooked). Of course, his slacks now sat around his ankle as he sat on one side of Emma, and Newt on the other, both getting their dicks stroked by her as they rumbled along the road. yalova escort Emma had her legs wide, showing off her wet panties as she continued to work them by hand.

Danny felt his mind clear and his cock harden as he watched Emma lean over and spit onto Newt’s bigger-than-average penis, the wet sounds of stroking filling the cabin. She turned to face Grint, “Like that?” she asked, forgetting her distaste of the boy in her passions.

“Good girl.” he said, stroking her chin. “That’s how a good slut strokes cock.”

Emma suddenly noticed Danny’s hungry gaze. “Sorry Danny,” she began, her hands still jerking the two cocks. “While you were reading we found out that Newt’s a virgin. We’re trying to help him get more comfortable for Eritaft.” she continued, looking at the fold in Danny’s jeans. She licked her lips. “If you get into your uniform, I’ll let you fuck my face again before we get there.”

Looking at her luscious red lips, Danny couldn’t resist. He tossed his clothes aside, going into his luggage and pulling on his uniform, and seconds later, he was in front of her, holding on to the top of the small cabin as he eased his dick past her lips and into her hot wet mouth. He groaned as her neck went back and forth, her tongue working him all the while. It was so hot looking down at her as she worked his penis in her mouth. Her beautiful eyes looking up to him with lust, as her lips moved back and forth on his cock. Peeking down her vest at her beautiful perky tits while she jerked the two others with all her might. The sound of sucking and stroking filled the cabin.

“Gods!” shouted Newt first, his cum splattering out onto Emma’s hand as she continued to work him, not stopping until finally his dick had cum all it could and began to soften. He had cum more than expected, and she had to resist the urge to take her hand to her mouth and lick it clean.

Next was Grint, clearly getting off from watching Emma take Danny in her mouth. He thrust his hips up into her hands, and let his cum shoot all over himself, groaning as she continued to stroke his cock until it was finished with its orgasm.

Danny came last, grabbing the back of Emma’s head and thrusting down into her throat with his full length. Emma coughed and sputtered as Danny rode out his orgasm feeling her soft skin on his balls. When he was finally done, he let her go and walked back, his dick falling out of Emma’s mouth with a plop. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as tasted Danny’s hot cum, sending her over the edge. “God your cum is so good.” she moaned, her legs trembling.

After a moment, Emma took the initiative, waving her arms and cleaning them again, as Newt nervously tucked his dick back into his pants. Grint, for his part, remained with his dick out, leaned back in ecstasy. Danny took a look outside of the window, and saw that in most of the other carriages something similar was happening or winding down. It seemed that the sex would truly be endless here. Despite having just came, he could feel his dick hardening again.

As he looked out the window, he also noticed the rest of the campus, a massive lake, a forest, a mountain, a castle, just how much space did Eritaft have?

Before long, the carriage came to a stop before a large old-fashioned gate. The giant was somehow already there, directing the students into the building. “Clean up if ya can! Don’t wanna be dirty for your first impressions! Oy, get that dick out of yer mouth! There’ll be time for that later! We’ve gotta get you lot sorted.”

“Sorted?” Danny asked as the four of them followed the giant’s directions into the building.

“For the houses.” Grint said plainly.

“Houses?” he repeated.

“Oh yes, you don’t know. Well for years Eritaft didn’t have a house system, but then when Harry Potter got popular a bunch of students went for a vote, and Professor Merlin allowed it. So, as of 25 years ago, Eritaft is divided into four houses. Dragonheart, Batbrain, Foxeyes, and…” she stopped suddenly, as if trying to remember.

“Hufflepuff.” Grint offered.

“No, that’s Harry Potter.” Emma countered.

“Badgernose.” said Newt, as they entered the hall. Indeed, on the walls of the castle were several banners, indicating each of the four houses, a mighty dragon, an intelligent bat, a sneaky fox, and a badger, seemingly with no additional characteristics. “I’m probably gonna end up in Badgernose.”

“They still get laid over there.” Grint butted in as they continued down the hall. “They say Badgernose is where the horniest wizards and witches end up.”

“Oh god, what if I don’t get into any of the houses?” Newt said, vocalizing a silent concern of Danny’s.

“Impossible. There’s a foolproof method of sorting, established by Mr. Merlin himself.” Emma said.

“How ordu escort does it work?” Danny said, somewhat hurried. He didn’t know how much longer they had before it was happening.

“Well-” Emma began, but her voice was overpowered by the giant, who stood before a set of massive double doors.

“-Alright you lot!” he bellowed over the crowd of teenagers. “Welcome to Eritaft!”

Inside was a massive dining hall, filled with hundreds of students, each seated at one of four massive tables that lines the room. At the head of the room was a stage, where the teachers sat, looking down upon their students. What caught Danny’s eyes however, was not the splendor and majesty of the hall, but the debauchery and wantonness of the inhabitants.

Indeed, everywhere Danny looked there was some erotic coupling taking place. There was a group of boys surrounding a beautiful dark-skinned girl who was alternating between the crowd of penises, sucking and stroking and switching, all the while laughing and giggling with joy. There was a reverse-gangbang at one of the tables, a gorgeous blonde boy surrounded on all sides by naked women, each taking a position on his body, their sexy asses spilled out across his hands and face, all moaning with ecstasy as they used him. There were standard couplings as well, duos and trios and quatros, mmf and mmff and mmmf and so on and so forth. The sex was different, however. One couple of olive-skinned students were lovingly fucking each other while right next to them an asian girl took a double penetration. And not just straight, there were boys with juicy asses being reamed by their upperclassmen and girls getting their pussies eaten while they chatted with friends. Even at the teacher’s table one of the professors, a lovely older woman with red hair and a lithe body, was working two professors by hand, just like Emma had done in the carriage, only with much more dexterity and a great deal more showmanship. There was a shorter professor who had a girl half on the table, pumping into her pussy from below as she squealed out to the masses. Everyone all across the room was getting off, some already had, as evidenced by the splashes of cum and pussy juice that lay about the room.

Indeed, there was only one figure in the room that was not currently involved in some manner of sexual activity, the man at the head of the table, one Arthur Merlin. No longer in a pokla-dot suit, he wore a classic wizard’s robe, blue and shapeless. He seemed to be looking right at Danny, ignoring the plethora of stimulation that surrounded them. Suddenly, he came to a stand, and called out, “Good evening.”

Danny was shocked to find that despite the absolute cacophony that had filled the room moments ago, it was now completely silent. Indeed, he found that he could not even gasp. Slowly, the pairings began to split, unbothered to quit their activities before their orgasms, after all, there would be dozens of other chances to cum tonight. Oddly, Danny found himself quite flaccid, despite the still numerous amounts of sexy naked people pulling on their clothes. It was perhaps the first time he had been completely flaccid since his 18th birthday. Distracted as he was, it only took another sentence from Professor Merlin to draw his attention back out.

“Today we welcome out newest class of future wizards and witches. We will have the sorting. Then the feast. Then announcements.Then the traditional house orientation. But first, ‘a few words’.” he said softly, though his voice echoed through the room. Everyone looked on expectantly, but before long Professor Merlin was already sitting down.

The red-headed professor who had been giving the double handjob quickly stood in his place. “Thank you Professor for those kind words. Now, if Mr. Geezer could bring up the incoming freshmen?” she said with a distinct and sexy scottish accent.

The giant nodded, and led the group of new students over towards the stage. As they passed through the aisles, the older students eyed them hungrily, deciding just what pieces of new meat they would be sampling first. To some of the crowd it was overwhelming to feel the desire of the audience, to Danny it was strange, but somehow felt right as well, like he had always been waiting to be an object of desire, and had finally gotten the chance.

As they stood before the stage, the giant, clearly Mr. Geezer, bowed to the professor and stepped onto the sidelines. The red-headed professor raised her hands, and the lights flashed, and before her, where empty space had been before was a desk and a chair. The desk blocked the view from the audience, though from where Danny stood he could see that under it, in the dark, there was something, or someone, hiding. “When your name is called, you will pull down your underwear and sit at the Sorting Chair. When you are sorted, please stand and sit at the table designated by your house.”

Newt raised his hand to ask a question, and Grint had to yank it back down. Now was apparently not the time for questions. The red-haired witch looked from side to side and then cried out, “Let the sorting, begin!”

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Earth

Algonquin Park Dungeon, Ontario

August 17, 2019

07:17 EDT

“Thanks, Zaszi.”

“No problem, boss. Good luck today, guys,” she replied, the portal winking out a second later.

“Alright, let’s go. I wanna kill the boss and then move on to the next dungeon,” I said, making my way towards the building and noting that the damage from the assault was gone. New picnic tables had been placed in the same spot, and it appeared that all the burnt trees were replaced with new saplings.

*****

It turned out that I wasn’t woken by banging on the door, or Vixa licking me. Instead, she proceeded to teleport around the bed. Each time she disappeared, air would rush to fill the newly vacant area, creating the usual loud noise. When she saw that I was up she teleported a final time, appearing at her food dish, which had recently been filled.

After I showered and equipped my armor, Vixa and I made our way to the cafeteria. Ben was already there eating, but neither Mason nor the twins had arrived yet. When they did arrive, we ate breakfast while making plans. We didn’t want to stay in the Algonquin Park dungeon all day, so we decided we would head to the next closest dungeon suitable for our levels, while turning Insight off.

We were all level eighteen now, so delving without Insight active would allow those of us with Siphoning Strike or Siphoning Shot to level up the ability over the next two days, as we wouldn’t be out-leveling everything we were killing. The fact that it would be at least three weeks before we were able to head into dungeon is what prompted us to use the time to level up these two skills, specifically. With luck, Mason, Sonja and I would be able to increase the damage of our abilities by several hundred points.

*****

As soon as we took the waygate down to the ninth floor, I began the process of shapeshifting into my newest form. Selalea had actually shown up in the cafeteria with her son and several guards in tow, so I managed to scan one of them. This was the first time I had been able to check out the form. I was at least a foot and a half taller than my hybrid form, though only had two arms. I really need to learn how to modify my own forms without having my mom do it for me.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you do that,” Mason said. “How are the stats in that form?”

I reflexively opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a mix between a grunt and a roar. I also need to learn how to talk in my various forms.

I took my phone out of my storage and tossed it to Mason, not wanting to damage it with my sharp claws. [You tell me.]

He caught it, quickly navigating to my stat page and began reading off my current stats before handing it back. With some quick math I calculated that Strength was eight times higher, Agility was four times higher, Intellect was one-point-two times higher, Constitution was eight times higher and Endurance was six times higher. Those were substantial increases.

[Bria told me how high her Strength and Constitution was in her dragonkin form but it’s still surprising to see. The other stats are pretty high, too.]

[A twenty percent increase to Intellect is pretty damn good. I’d love to have that,] Ben said.

[I forgot about the Intellect buff, even after I talked about it yesterday,] I grumbled. [I really need to set a reminder or something.]

I finished getting ready, strapping shield to my left arm but leaving it inactive. I decided to use my sword and spear today so I could level up Quick Slash and Gash, while using Mana Shield to keep me safe. Not that that would really matter. My stats were so high in my dragonkin form that the chances of there being something in this dungeon that could hurt me were slim to none. After channeling my mana into my sword and spear, I began walking forward, leading everyone down the hall.

We didn’t get further than the first ninety-degree turn before Sonja called us to stop.

[Trap ahead. Do your thing, Ben,] she sent.

Ben immediately began summoning a Skeletal Warrior and sent it forward while Sonja was directing him on where to send it. As soon as the skeleton stepped on the trigger, dozens of foot-long metal spikes shot out of the floor. I winced at imagining what that trap would have done had we triggered it. I doubted that it would be able to pierce our armor, but I definitely wouldn’t want to chance it.

It was rare that one of Ben’s skeletons wasn’t destroyed by a trap, so after waiting for the spikes to recede back into the floor, he had it step on the trigger plate again, with nothing happening the second time. With the trap disarmed, we continued on with Ben’s Skeletal Warrior leading the way.

[Ben, how is it that we’ve been in dungeons for as long as we have and we haven’t seen another group of adventurers?] I asked.

[I was wondering about that the other day and could only come up with two conclusions. The first is that we’ve just been incredibly unlucky. I mean on Thursday we saw those other teams when we were teleported out of the dungeon. karabük escort The second is that we’re being prevented from meeting other teams. I don’t think that’s as likely though, since again, we saw those other teams.]

[The previous dungeon also had that disorienting effect on the fourth floor. They could have been held up by that. Remember how long it took us to figure it out?] Sonja asked.

[Ugh, don’t remind me,] Ben replied. [We should have figured that out a lot sooner.]

We came up to the first room a few minutes later, only having to pause for one more trap. There was no door that needed to be opened, giving us a good look at the room. There were four entrances, including the one we were looking through, but not much else to note besides the carvings in the tiled floor. Sonja also couldn’t detect any traps, so we stepped inside.

As soon as the last of us stepped inside, four metal prison-like doors fell into place at each of the doorways. Everyone channeled their mana into their weapons, but no attacks came, making us wonder what was going on. After a minute passed and nothing happened, I stopped channeling mana into my weapons and went over to the door. Gripping onto the bars of the door, I lifted with all my dragonkin strength, but they wouldn’t budge an inch.

We spread out pressing against the wall trying to find some kind of switch or something to open the doors, but it was Ben who figured it out.

[Ooh, I’ve been waiting for a floor like this!] he sent, drawing our attention over to him. [It’s a sliding puzzle! You see the tile missing here? With this empty space, we’ll be able to move all the tiles around. When in the right positions, they should form an image and the doors should immediately open. Let’s examine the tiles and see if we recognize anything.]

We did as he asked, spreading out to take a look at the individual tiles. It was hard to tell what most of them were, with them just being lines, or in some cases, just blank, being dyed a darker color than the rest. The only one that actually stood out to me was the one in the center of the room. Wanting to see if he saw what I saw, I called Ben over.

[What do you see?] I asked, gesturing down to the tile that was the same gray as the rest of the room, besides a distinctive part that was dyed black in the middle.

[What do you see?] he returned the question while looking down at the tile.

[I asked you first.]

[Well, I see what looks like a nose. Or a lack of a nose? I’m not sure of the terminology for a skeleton’s nose.]

I nodded, looking around the room. [Anyone see anything that might be part of a skull?]

[I have some teeth over here, I think,] Mason answered.

[Me, too,] Sonja sent.

Ben and I split up to look at the apparent teeth before looking back at each other and nodding.

[Alright, it appears as the image we need to make is that of a skull. Ben, how about summoning a skeleton for us so we’ll have a reference.]

[Good idea, gimme a minute.]

I walked back to the center of the room where the nose was, and saw that it was, indeed, in the center of the room. The room was five tiles wide by five tiles long, except for the single missing tile in the bottom right corner of the room.

Ben walked over when he resummoned his Skeletal Warrior. [Alright, let’s get started. This isn’t going to be easy so the sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll be able to get out of this room. You wanna move the tiles around, Jonathan?]

I nodded and walked over to the corner with the only open space. [Which one do you want me to start with?]

[This one,] he said, tapping the one to the left of the open space.

It was easier to slide than I was expecting it to be, though that may have been my increased strength. Once the tile was in the corner, he had me working on moving the tile that could only fit in the top left as it was just a curved line. Once it was in place, we continued with another slightly curved line that lined up nicely with the first one. Ben’s strategy was to work from the top down, as it would quickly allow us to complete around sixty percent of the puzzle, saving the most time-consuming part for last.

That sixty percent took me around twenty minutes or so to complete, making me glad that I had chosen to use this form. The part that was complete definitely looked like a skull, leaving nothing but the upper jaw and mandible remaining. This is where it got tedious, and it involved moving a set of pieces in circles until they were in the right position. That took another twenty-five minutes to get everything in place, and then all it required was sliding all nine remaining pieces counter-clockwise until they formed a complete skull, while leaving the right corner empty.

Mason and the twins just sat on the complete part of the puzzle while doing this, just chatting amongst themselves while Ben and I worked. I was glad for that, as there was no room for them to help, and I was annoyed with the puzzle by the osmaniye escort time we’d finished. It was just so tedious. As soon as I slid the right part of the mandible into place, the outline of the skeleton glowed and the doors started retracting, allowing us to leave the room.

I heard another noise and looked up to see something falling from the ceiling right above me. I knew I would be able to get out of the way in time, so I activated Mana Shield. I was surprised when the object wasn’t as solid as I figured it would be, which made sense a few seconds later. The object happened to be a mimic, it’s large jaw opening revealing its razor sharp teeth and long tongue.

It turned and started bouncing towards me before leaping when it thought it was close enough. Rather than sinking its teeth into my flesh, it was instead met by my spear piercing through the back of its mouth and exiting behind it. It didn’t really do a lot of damage to the mimic, but it did stop its advance.

While holding it in place, I channeled mana into my sword and began hacking at it, alternating between Gash and Quick Slash. It took one use of Gash and two uses of Quick Slash before it finally died, my friends watching the entire time. When it died, its body started disintegrating, and I was annoyed to see that it didn’t drop a Skill Gem for us. I bent down and picked up the Mana Gem before walking over to join my friends.

[Three hits, not counting your initial spear thrust, not bad,] Mason said.

Nodding I handed him the Mana Gem which he put in the sack.

[So, which way?]

[I don’t think it really matters. I think this is a puzzle floor, which will have multiple rooms like this one. There will probably be as many as three paths to the final room with the stairs leading down to the tenth floor. The good news is that we won’t have to fight anything but the odd mimic, but the bad news is that this floor will be more time consuming than if we could just fight our way through.]

[So we just choose at random?]

[Yup!]

[Alright, let’s go this way,] I said walking over to the doorway that had been on our left when we entered the room. [Mind summoning another skeleton before we continue?]

[Sure,] he nodded, starting the cast right away.

A minute later, we were on our way down the next passageway, the skeleton taking the lead. We didn’t come across any traps this time before coming up to another much larger room. The only exit was on the opposite end of the room, and there were a large number of tiles between us and the door. The tiles alternated between black and white making it look similar to a chessboard but was way too big. There were no chess pieces, either.

[Ugh, I was hoping we wouldn’t come across one of these,] Ben said.

[What do you mean?] Sonja asked.

[It’s a trap room. Each tile will activate a trap, and you need to activate traps to get across. They can be anything from poisoned darts to flamethrowers to pitfalls and many others. See those pillars on either side of the room? Those are probably where poisoned darts or other projectiles will be fired from.]

[I thought you said this was a puzzle floor. How is a room like this a puzzle?]

[Because there is always a way through that is free of traps, but it’s really hard to find. Most people just end up choosing the most direct route, which is what we’ll probably doing as well,] he explained, turning back towards us. [The traps in rooms like these reset pretty quickly, so you’ll need to lead the way, Jonathan.]

[How quickly are we talking? And can’t we just teleport to the other side?]

[It tends to vary. It can be ten seconds or it can be a minute, which means we’ll need to move fast. I already tried teleporting to the other side, but there is an energy field preventing that. There wouldn’t be much point in a trap room if people could just use abilities that allow them to teleport across the room. I bet Sonja’s Ride the Lightning wouldn’t even work.]

I looked over to Sonja and saw the look of concentration on her face as she looked across the room, before looking back. [You’re right about that. It won’t even activate.]

[Alright, three of us have Mana Shield, so I want Anja to follow behind me with Ben in the middle and Sonja behind him. You’ll follow behind us, Mace.]

[Got it.]

[Okay, let’s go,] I said with a nod, walking past everyone and stopping at the edge of the tiled floor and turning to look at my friends. When I saw that we were all in a line, I activated Mana Shield and stepped forward and stopped on the first tile. I was immediately buffeted by a large amount of darts from multiple directions, and stayed in place until the barrage ended a few seconds later. Stepping forward onto the second tile, nothing happened.

[Above you, Jonathan!] Anja sent, causing me to look up.

My eyes widened when I saw a large boulder falling from the ceiling. Normally I would be crushed under a boulder as big as the one above me, but I was in my dragonkin marmaris escort form, which gave me an advantage. Stepping back, I lowered Mana Shield and braced myself to catch it. It was heavier than I thought it would be, but I was able to handle it with a little bit of difficulty.

With it in my hands, I had an idea. Turning sideways, I swung it back as much as I could, and then launched it across the room. It didn’t get much air, soon falling to the ground, but it did continue rolling across most of the room, activating traps as it went. I was surprised that there weren’t any pitfalls, but maybe we just got lucky. There were a host of other traps like flamethrowers and swinging axes from the ceiling, among others.

[Well, that’s one way to do it!] Mason laughed. [Let’s get going before the traps reset.]

Nodding, I reactivated Mana Shield and walked onto one of the tiles the boulder missed, and immediately felt myself falling. Luckily my hands were empty and the tiles weren’t too big, so I was able to catch myself. Unfortunately that also activated another tile, but it was just a flamethrower being directed at me. Nothing Mana Shield couldn’t handle. I waited a few seconds for my mana to replenish before stepping onto the fifth and final tile before we were clear to the end of the room.

I was expecting anything else than what actually happened. I was teleported to another tile. I looked back to see where my friends were, and saw that we were about five tiles away, with me slightly ahead of them.

[We might want to skip the fifth tile,] Ben said. [Teleport tiles tend to reset immediately, so we’ll all be teleported over there. I’m going to take the lead. Let’s hurry before they reset!]

I watched as my friends quickly made their way across the room, jumping over the third and fifth tiles before running across the rest of the already triggered traps. A few activated again when Mason ran over them, but since he was last, they didn’t slow them down at all. When they were all safely across the room, I turned to deal with my own predicament. There are ten tiles between me and my friends, so I can either trigger them one by one, or…

An idea popped into my head, and I immediately began shapeshifting into a new form. When the process was finished, my perspective was a lot closer to the floor. Jumping into the air, I began flapping my wings and covered the ten meter distance in only a few seconds before landing beside my friends and shapeshifting once more.

[That’s so not fair!] Mason grumbled.

[Gotta work with what you’re given,] I replied with what I imagine is a pretty terrifying grin when I was back in my dragonkin form. Looking around the room, I didn’t spot any treasure chests or mimics, so I turned back to Ben. [Hey, what gives? No treasure chest for getting through this room?]

He shrugged after glancing around. [Guess not.]

[Alright, let’s keep moving,] I said, heading to the exit of this room. [Hopefully there aren’t too many rooms we have to go through, this is taking way too long.]

[Give me a minute to summon another Skeletal Warrior. I’m betting we’ll run into a few more traps between here and the next room.]

We all stopped and turned while we waited, and then let Ben’s skeleton lead the way as soon as it was summoned. He ended up being right about there being traps along the way, and for a change they were particularly deadly ones if someone wasn’t careful. The first one was a pitfall with sharpened spikes sticking upwards, while the third was another of the crushers we had experienced a few days ago.

The second was the deadliest one as far as I was concerned. It was another pitfall, though this one had a spinning blade in the bottom, which quickly chopped the skeleton into little bits before it reset and we could safely cross it. It made me very appreciative of the fact that Sonja could detect traps and Ben could trigger them.

We soon arrived at the third room and there was another groan from Ben when he saw what we had to deal with. There was actually a staircase leading down to the apparent puzzle, which gave all of us a good vantage point. The floor seemed to be entirely made out of glass and there were square blocks that seemed to be strategically placed.

He turned back to us, and seemed none too happy. [This puzzle is probably very easy for a smaller group, but it’s a pain in the ass for one as big as ours. You can see that the floor is entirely glass, with those blocks placed to limit where we can walk. When you step on a piece of glass, it will crack, and the next person that steps on it will fall through. Puzzles like this aren’t lethal, and will instead teleport all of us back to the beginning, while resetting the puzzle. We need to make it through without crossing each other’s path.]

[I can help with this one,] I said, before beginning to shapeshift once more. When it was done, I wasn’t standing there as a dragonkin or a dragon, but as a gryphon.

[Ooh, good idea! Me first!] Anja said before walking over. I lowered myself so she could climb on and waited until she got a good grip before jumping in the air and flying across the room. She hopped off and I turned to fly back. It only took a few minutes to transport everyone across, and as soon as I landed with Mason on my back, there was a thumping sound which drew our attention over to a chest which had fallen in a corner of the room.

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Chapter two — Payment

Her home was a beautiful little cottage, deep in the woods. It looked like it belonged there, with plants growing wildly all around it, and some even climbing up the side of the walls. She led me into the cottage, and the inside was as beautiful as the outside, but also creepy. It was dimly lit, only by a small fire. Inside were a lot of charms, potions, herbs and other magical items. There was also a kitchen, a few chairs, and a huge bed. There were other items that I did not recognise. She led me over to a chair in front of the fire and I sat down, she sat opposite me.

“So tell me a little about yourself. I know much, of course, but I would like to hear it from you.” It wasn’t really a question but more of an order. One I couldn’t refuse.

“Okay, well my name is Alison, but you knew that. I am eighteen years old, and am not married and do not have any children.” I said, shrugging. She smiled devilishly.

“But are you a virgin?” She asked me, and I felt confused. Surely if I had said that I was not married then that means that I am a virgin?

“Like I said, I am not married, and zonguldak escort am without children.” I answered confused. She smiled, a little more kindly this time.

“Oh my girl, you are so innocent. I am going to have my work cut out for me here” She said, more to herself than me. “I need not ask any more questions, since that pretty much explains everything that I need to know. Now it is time for me to speak. I realize that you do not know much about me, and what you do know is most likely village gossip.” She said, shaking her head in disgust.

“So you are not a witch?” She burst out into joyous laughter at my question.

“Look around you girl, and what do you see? Would a normal person live alone in the woods with all sorts of unusual items? Yes, I am what most people refer to as a witch, but you see most people’s interpretations of a witch are incorrect. I am not in league with the devil, and have never met him, I also pray to God I never will. I am a very religious woman, and believe my powers originate from God. Although I was taught my ways, and was not born with it, I believe bursa escort it was from God in which these powers originally came from. But these powers also have side-effects, and I shall come to that later. Right now I want to speak about the deal I made with your father eighteen years ago.” She said, standing up and going over to the little kitchen area.

She mixed a few different liquids and came back over with two cups in her hands. She handed one to me and then sat opposite me. I looked into the cup and saw a strange purplish liquid. I assumed it was a drink of some sort, but was reluctant to try it.

“Drink while I speak.” Yet again this was more of an order, and I took a sip not wanting to anger someone who had just admitted to being a witch. The liquid tasted salty and tangy, but also had a bitter taste to it. I did not like it, but kept drinking as I did not want to offend her. “You see, the deal I made with your father all those years ago needs to be paid, and…” She said, but I cut her off.

“My father is dead.” I said, feeling the sorrow of my loss. She malatya escort chuckled a little bit and then took a sip of her drink before continuing.

“You misunderstand girl, the price is not for your father, and never was. He knew the price was for you, but clearly tried to keep you from it. I am sorry for what is about to happen Alison, but I am afraid there is no other way. Every form of magic has its price, and I am afraid in saving your life all those years ago there is a very big price to be paid. I already paid my price for it, now you need to pay up.” She said compassionately. As she spoke I began to feel lightheaded, and very dizzy. Everything in my vision became blurry, and I rubbed my eyes but sadly that had no effect. My head was pounding and I could hear a thumping in my ears. My heart was racing, and my breath came in short shallow pants.

“What have you done to me!?” I snapped at her. I stood up to escape but soon lay face down of the floor, my legs unable to support me.

“I am terribly sorry Alison. This needs to be done. All it is is a little potion to dull your senses, and put you to sleep. I promise you it will cause you no harm. In fact you will have the best sleep since your father died, and will wake well rested.” She said calmly. Everything began to go dull, and I managed to shout,

“Devil take you, you evil witch!” Before falling into a deep sleep. But I fear it came out no more than a whisper.

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One

We are astride a kaiila, galloping through the Tahari to my oasis, where we stop and you dismount, reaching up to swing me off the beast’s back into your arms, kissing me passionately, throwing back the hood of the cloak, ripping aside the burnoose, kissing me over and over… alone in the desert where no one can see, you then carry me to the Oasis, a gleam in your eye as you place me on the sand.

You stand there, arms crossed, looking at me, a pensive look in your eyes. I look back, curious, my heart beating madly, still feeling your lips on mine, my mane tousled and wild from the desert nightbreeze, my cheeks chapped and burned from the wind and the ride.

“Submit, woman” you speak, calmly. I gasp, my eyes widening, a hand rising to cover my mouth. Blinking, thinking I misheard you, I shake my head, scrambling to my feet.

A few quick strides and you are towering over me, bent over, your grasp in my hair, forcing my head back, your blue eyes meeting mine, burning into mine, claiming them as you have so often claimed me. The pressure of your hand forces my body to lower, first to a crouch, then with a gasp, as you kick out with one boot, to my knees.

“I said, submit, woman” you repeat, your voice soft, yet your eyes revealing a hidden, deeper meaning. A soft moan escapes my lips as you speak these words, having known they could come at any time, and powerless to stop them, or you.

Two

I begin to tremble uncontrollably, my heart thumping so loudly in my chest I can scarcely even breathe. My mind reeling as you stand there so calmly, so assured, your hand in my hair, and me at my knees before you, the cloak billowing about my shaking form, my mane whipping around my shoulders and back. Taking a ragged breath, I look into your eyes, and say one word.

“No”.

I brace myself against what may happen next. According to the codes of a Gorean Rarius, if I were to submit freely, you would have 2 choices, and 2 choices only – to take me as your slave, or slay me. Refusing to submit, however, was another matter entirely, and I had no doubt in my mind that my death was the last issue on your mind at this ehn.

I am but female. A free female, a former panther, a woman well accustomed to pretty much going where she pleases, as long as my behaviour remained correct within the framework of a free female of Gor, and as long as my Brothers protected me and allowed my continued freedom. But you – you are a Rarius, a man of the Red caste, who had seen many a battle, a man who did not speak lightly or foolishly.

You had set your mind on having me when you first saw me, so long ago in Port Kar, when I was traveling with my band in our black robes of concealments and heavy veils. Unlike the other females of my band, I was courteous, even polite, friendly; my lack of hatred for men evident compared to my seething sisters of the forest.

You were not surprised when I left the forests and arrived in the Tahari last year. You knew I needed the company and bahçelievler escort security of men, my Brothers, my Family. You watched me as I trained the kajirae and verbally sparred with the Vizier, gently pushing the limits of the expectations placed upon me, offering the warmth and hospitality of Tor to guests and visitors.

Yet you also knew my loneliness and need for the freedom of open spaces. You saw how the walls, the robes, the veils, confined my spirit as I paced the terrace of the great palace and prowled the courtyards at night. You were not surprised when I fled to the desert, nor did you seek to hunt me as some did, you knew I would return.

You merely had to bide your time.

Three

I was not like other females you had come across. Some free women, in fact, most, would bat their lashes at you over their veils and flirt outrageously at banquets. You would chuckle to yourself as you remained impassive, polite, respectful. You knew it was only a matter of time before these women found their Masters, and their necks would become encased with the steel of their need.

Many slaves you had had, most were pleasant, some were imminently forgettable, a few others were quite stunningly beautiful, and exciting, and pleased you greatly. Their sultry gait, their smoldering body language, the nuance of their gaze as they did not meet your eyes, their delicious squirming at your feet, begging to be used – ahh what could be more tantalizing.

But still you thought of me.

You did not approach me in Tor much except for the occasional polite exchange, you kept to yourself as I laughed and teased my Brothers, watched in amusement as I drank paga like a man and hurled furniture around in frustration like the panther I was during the waxing of the Moons. The first time you witnessed that you looked to the Vizier with eyebrows raised, but he merely shrugged, took another pull of his wine, and remarked casually “The moons, it’ll pass”.

You wondered if I had lovers. You wondered why I had no kajirus, no male silk slave to sate my appetites. You watched me with the girls, and saw no sign of attraction on my part to their femaleness other than frank admiration and pride for their beauty and sensuality. You wondered, and you bided your time.

Four

It was towards the end of the desert winter when you found the Oasis. You had been traveling by kaiila for many days, and were exhausted, thirsty, and well in need of a bath. I offered you water and shelter, but did not invite you into my tent that first night.

You became a frequent visitor at the Oasis, bringing me food, news of Tor, and companionship. You laughed at my antics as I climbed the ladders gathering the dates and cut my palms until they bled on the spiney fronds of the leaves. You drank paga with me and threw quivas, beating me every time, chuckling at my growls as I tried to best you.

And still I did not invite you to my tent. You bağcılar escort would lay awake at night, under the giant palm where you slept, hands propped under your head, listening to my laboured breathing and the occasional moans in my sleep.

You could only guess at my fevered dreams, my perspiration-soaked furs.

You could not know that I was biding my time too.

Five

And then you were called away for several weeks on a mercenary mission, and spent some time traveling through Klima on your way back.

You listened to the Wolf Brothers and their bragging, and chuckled as they playfully mentioned an Oasis a few pasangs away where a panther lay in hiding. You knew they did not hunt her, as too many Wolves were Brothers to her.

You even suspected that this panther has perhaps mated with a wolf or two, on occasion. You knew that the panther in the desert was no chaste female, yet to place steel around her tanned neck would be akin to throwing her to the desert urts.

You knew her spirit would break if she were indeed captured. She could be tamed, but never owned.

You were determined. You were biding your time no longer.

You returned to the Oasis to find me somewhat subdued, almost cool to you, and yet agitated. You watched me carefully as I paced incessantly, drank too much paga, and disappeared for interminable walks in the desert by myself.

You knew.

I was female.

I needed a man.

I needed you.

Six

I was brushing my hair, sitting crosslegged on my furs, when you entered my tent. I looked up, and before I had a chance to berate you for violating my privacy and my modesty, you had taken up the brush, kneeled behind me, and begun grooming me. You did not speak. You didn’t have to.

Were you surprised at the ferocity of my ardor? Were you taken aback by the exuberance of my fervor, the way I urged you to take me so swiftly, so completely? Did you imagine I would respond so passionately?

My tent was the twinned beating of hearts, the center of the universe entire. Entwined, neither of us were even certain where one of us began and the other left off. Was it days, weeks, months? The nights found us flushed and heated, our moans could be heard for pasangs. No wonder the desert sleen howled even when the Moons were incomplete.

We were.

Seven

“I can’t”, I choke out, my throat constricting. So it comes to this. After weeks and weeks of love and freedom in the desert, now it comes to this. I can feel my belly roiling, my mind almost collapsing into itself. You are not the first man who has tried to capture me, oh no. I was even in the steel of one man for about 2 weeks some 2 years ago, and that brief episode taught me well to abhor the concept.

I am a woman of Gor. I have been taught since birth that some day I may have to save my own life, and learned the submission position and the words that would make me slave. As panther I narrowly ümraniye escort avoided nets and bolas, capture scents and arrows. As a woman under the protection of men, I kept a tight lid on my sharp tongue and biting wit so as not to insult or provoke a man into collaring me.

As a woman I knew I was vulnerable.

As a woman I had taken a great risk.

As a woman I had fallen in love with a man.

Eight

I shook my head violently, and closed my eyes.

I knew I could not live my life as a slave, not even your slave. Your slave… I allowed my mind to entertain that concept for a heartbeat, and felt my body respond. But my mind could not. My heart could not.

“No, I can’t. I won’t.”

My voice sounded steady, even to my own swirling consciousness. A sharp intake of breath – mine? yours? – as your sword left your scabbard, the sickening sound of steel unsheathing, and the cold press of steel against my chin.

“I know”. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. My eyes fly open and regard yours with wonder. Are you weeping? Are those tears? It must be the desert wind. The sand stings like insect bites. Your sword… it’s lowering, it’s slicing through a lock of my hair, you are holding the shorn curl in your palm, clenching it, your sword is lowering to my chest, pushing my cloak off my shoulders where it flutters to the sand below me, spreading out in a black river of cloth.

“I had to do this, Guinne. Don’t you see? If I didn’t…”, your voice trails off as your sword slices through the leather laces of the bodice, and I gasp as the garment slips down my torso, joining the cloak on the sands below. Your voice is thick with lust, and longing. I am half-naked before you, and I am completely at your mercy.

Nine

Taking a ragged breath, I close my eyes again, my hands tightly at my sides. I am still. I do not raise my arms, nor do I cross my wrists. I do not rise. I am neither slave, nor equal to you. I am female.

A soft gasp as your sword is tossed to the sand, and you sink to your knees beside me, gathering me to you. Your face is pressed against my head, your arms are tight around my body. Your fingers lightly stroke my bare back, I tingle, and shiver at the touch.

“I will not collar you, girl”, you whisper. “Nor will you submit. But I know you belong to me, that you are meant for none other than I. You are female, an exciting, beautiful, passionate female, and I will have you as mine, any way I choose. I choose for you to remain free, for it pleases me.

“Know this – you will not submit to me as a slave. But you will submit to me as a woman. My woman”. And with those words, you rise to your feet, lifting me up with you. With a quick practiced move, you grasp my waist firmly and raise me up, tossing me over your left shoulder, your arm cradled about my backside. You stride quickly to my tent, and toss me to the furs, your eyes blazing in their blue intensity.

I am trembling. I gasp my acceptance of your terms, and open my arms to you.

The leathers are hastily yanked off, and before I can even catch my breath you are claiming me, swiftly, almost brutally, my wrists pinned above my head by your strong hands, your body pressing me almost motionless against the furs as you fuck me. You will make me yield to you. My eyes close, a tear rolls down my cheek, and I smile. I am yours.

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The machine finally completed, Jake sat on his chair by the machine. Covered in dirt and sweat exhausted, years of work in fact it was his lifes work, and he was done. He slumped over in his chair nodding as it was now 2am and the storm outside was like a lullaby as his eyes slowly closed. A man just over 40 and his lack of sleep catching up to him. His graying hair a mess he stroked his gotee and he hadn’t shaved in days.

The machine would prove his theory on multiple realms as he called them. One last adjustment inside he thought as he climbed in. Had he’d been more awake he would have made sure the breakers were off and locked out the power box, but he was far from awake and the breakers were the last thing on his mind. The bolt that needed tightening was in an odd spot to get to it he had to go inside and close the üsküdar escort door. With a click of the door he closed himself in. Tightening the bolt took all his might he had left. Just as he finished tightening the bolt he heard a loud crash of thunder, and at that moment his body was filled with pain. So much pain he must have passed out because all he saw was darkness…

When he opened his eyes he had to blink several times to get them to focus. What happened? Where am I? How long was I out? Why can’t I move? All these questions entered his mind but it was as if he was unable to move or even speak. He started trying to remember what happened. I was in the machine, just finished tightening the bolt above the door. Was there a flash of light? No it was a crash… No it was thunder which means lightening. His eyes got big with the realization… OH MY GOD THE MACHINE WAS HIT POWER SURGE! His mind swimming It must have worked, but where gaziemir escort am I? Trying to take stock of his surroundings. First he noticed he had some feeling back but was still unable to move more than his head. Whatever he was on was some type of fabric. He tried again to lift his head but it was as if he had motion sickness. He closed his eyes tight for a moment but it still felt like he was moving or being lifted but the fabric was still underneath him so he figured it was in his head… He was wrong.

In an instant he was in darkness to make it worse his body was now pinned behind him the fabric to his front what he could only think felt like hot putty. His body feels like its being jiggled up and down. The jiggling motion cause Jake to regain some feeling in his limbs. He starts to do what scientist do and begins analyzing his situation. “Ok so maybe if I can stretch my arms out it may give me some insight as to where I sancaktepe escort am.” Jake starts working his hands outstretching them in both directions.

To his left he feels a void. To his right his arm still feels trapped. “Ok so better option is left.” As he slowly starts squirming to the left something knocks him hard to the left. He falls into the void and the fabric catches him like a slide. He drops several feet before the fabric seems to shift up. “Ok Jake now what?” Looking around squinting in the darkness to see.

“Its like I’m in a hammock or something similar.” His eyes finally adjusting and giving himself a chance to better understand his surroundings. To his left appears to be a bottomless pit. To his right another bottomless pit. In front the fabric covers up and behind him it also curves up. Jake sits down replaying the events that led him to his situation. But before he has time he smells something odd. Standing up the smell seems worse. Looking up he sees the putty like thing he was pressed against.

“If I didn’t know better I’d swear that is a giant ass.” Looking and sniffing “smells like one too.” Walking forward and sniffing more the scent changing, “OH MY GOD ITS A WOMAN IM IN HER PANTIES!” Jake sits staring up at this woman’s sex. “Ok if I’m this small I require less oxygen, that’s why I’m still alive.”

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Another Milktec facility shut down today amidst allegations of more misconduct and malfeasance. Over two hundred hucows and roughly seventy-five bulls are being transferred to new facilities as a result. While government inspectors have spearheaded the investigation, Milktec itself chose to close the facility and redistribute the volunteers and staff. As this site was designated as a chemical development location, one of only five such licensed facilities, authorities were concerned about the safety of any experimental serum. The serum is highly valued on the black market both domestically, where it is sold to competing companies, and abroad where it is sold to competing governments. If you or anyone have any information regarding such illicit material contact your local authorities immediately.

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Kevin turned off the radio and glanced nervously at his closet. What had he done? A month ago, it started as a joke. One thing led to another. An old buddy offered to introduce him to a guy who brought him to another guy who gave him a number to call. Before Kevin realized how far he’d gone, he was meeting a man in a diner with $100 in his pocket to trade for a vial and a syringe. Even then he tried to back out, but the man was not the kind you turn down in a deal. A day later, it sat in a shoe box in his closet, weighing on his conscience.

What would his family think? Same as all the other families like his. His parents would call him a pervert. Disown him as publically as possible and demand he join the military to pay off his sins. He wouldn’t have much choice either, not since he’d blown all his money on an illegal drug to use for who knows what. Kevin punched himself in the leg. What was I going to do? Put it in her coffee or something? Then what? Hope she’s so grateful that she decides to fuck me? God help me, this got out of hand.

The girl occupying his thoughts lived only a single wall away. Elizabeth dominated many of his waking thoughts and all of his dreams. How many nights had she come home after riding around with one of those high school boyfriends of hers while he waited in his room reading comics? She treated Kevin kindly. Brotherly. And otherwise did not think of him at all. Despite living together for almost two years, he didn’t think she’d ever even visited his room.

Their odd living arrangement came together at an unusual time due to troubling events. Elizabeth’s father and Kevin’s father knew each other from the war. Growing up, Elizabeth and Kevin treated each other as cousins, who didn’t care for each other very much. Elizabeth always wanted to spend time with the adults while Kevin enjoyed rolling in the mud with the other boys. Elizabeth’s mother died and her family grew distant from Kevin’s. Until her father was arrested for espionage. Rather than doom his daughter, he begged Kevin’s family to take her in. No one in town knew the circumstances except for Kevin and his family. So far as everyone else knew, Elizabeth was a cousin who came to finish her last year of school before staying on to help Kevin’s mother around the house.

Two years passed. Both Kevin and Elizabeth graduated with the latter becoming the favorite of not only the town, but of Kevin’s own family. Popping up out of no where, Elizabeth levied her city education against the rural school to quickly become a straight A student. She went on to grab every other accolade available — fall dance queen, captain of the cheerleading squad, and even assistant editor of the school newspaper. By comparison, Kevin felt like a disappointment. He muddled through school, struggled to keep friends, and, while Elizabeth melded into the small town society, Kevin always stuck out, as though he shouldn’t belong.

He knew his parents thought pretty much the same things because of their less than subtle suggestions about joining the army. His mother would often leave pamphlets lying around while his father would spend whole meals regaling the table with fantastic stories about his time in Europe. Dear old dad never liked talking about the nightmares, though. Or things like trench foot. Or how no one really knew where the army’s lines were or if the Soviets were even still fighting. Instead, his father loved to rumble on about how ol’ Boris was on the back foot now that so and so’s son was on his way over.

As Kevin was a single son of a single son, he qualified for deferred and non-deployed service. This special qualification allowed him seven hundred days after graduation before he needed to report for stateside training. He would then be relegated to working in a clerical office for six months before being allowed to return to society while listed as reserved. Meanwhile, all his school chums competed for college deferments which would provide similar exemptions. Those who failed to get one would tuzla escort be shipped to basic training and subsequently off to fight the Soviets for reasons no one really ever bothered to explain.

Elizabeth also planned to go to college. In some ways, it relieved Kevin to know they wouldn’t be confined to the same space for much longer. In other ways, his heart pounded with anxiety to think about not seeing her every day. Even the hope of glancing her in the bath would be gone. “I’m such a creep,” he said, to the empty room.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t unattractive, but boyish and immature in face. All the girls, not only Elizabeth, had passed him over for being scrawny or freckled. Football players spent all day in the weight room, now they’ll spend years in trenches. If they come back, I’ll have seniority over them. They”ll have to lick my boot to get a job. The bitter thoughts brought him no solace. He sighed.

Kevin believed he had once been different. Elizabeth changed him. Before her, he lived a dumb life, uncaring and ignorant to the ways of the world. When Elizabeth came, Kevin began to want things. He wanted her. To get her, he needed popularity or muscles or a car or a future. An inability to get those things soured him, but now he had a way.

He peeked out of his room and listened carefully for the sound of anyone else in the house. All quiet. All still. He closed the door with a creak and clicked the lock shut. Though he thought it silly, he crept on tip toe over to the closet and withdrew the shoe box. From within, he took out the case, a wooden box meant for reading glasses, the kind old ladies always lost in their purses. Again he paused to listen for any noise, the case clutched against his chest.

Everyone knew the stories. The bulls of Milktec Industries took a shot and suddenly became Greek Gods, champions of men and conquerors of women. Kevin imaged the drug worked like one of his comic book origin stories. Captain Neutron, being exposed to neutron waves, goes from mild mannered scientist to leader of the Atomic Brigade. Strong enough to lift boulders and stand against hails of bullets. It seemed impossible such a small thing could make such a tremendous change to a man or woman’s body.

He pulled the vial out of the case. The glass container looked about two inches tall, similar to the drops he’d been given for an ear infection once. This one had a cork cap for a syringe and not a dropper, though. The label read “MILKTEC INDUSTRIES SERUM 1562 GRADE AA 2311.” A plastic seal covered the top to indicate it had not been tampered with. The man who sold it to him made sure to mention that. Kevin guessed it eased some people’s worries. Kevin wasn’t sure which was worse, it actually being the serum or dying from injecting arsenic into himself.